His beloved green wool hat was sitting in the passenger seat, now forgotten, as Mike Nesmith let the wind blow through his hair, tossing each lock into a strange, new style - one he was sure to be teased about when he got home.
Though Mike loved his three friends like brothers, he often enjoyed cruising in the Monkeemobile by himself. At times he would listen to the latest tunes play over the radio, or he would spend this time coming up with songs of his own. This time the Beatles' "Can't Buy Me Love" was playing over the radio. Mike beat his thumb against the steering wheel as he listened, and soon began to sing along.
"Can't buy me love, no, no, no, no! Say you don't need no diamond rings, and I'll be....OH! What's this now?!" he grumbled.
Ahead of him was a pick-up truck going well below the speed limit. Mike kept looking around him, wanting to pass, but couldn't since they were on the curve of a mountain.
"Come on!" Mike yelled, honking his horn. "Let's go, grandma!"
Still the truck would not pick up speed.
Mike tilted his head around the corner again, pleased to see that they were coming to the end of the curve. Stepping on the acelerator, he moved into the south bound lane and flew past the pick-up. As he moved back into the north bound lane, he looked into his rear view mirror and gave a satisfied smile.
"That'll learn you!" he grinned, then settled back in his seat for an uneventful drive home. "I don't know how some of these people get their license anyway." Mike shook his head and smiled. "Talking to yourself again, Nesmith! Now let's see. Where were we?"
His hand found the dial of the radio. As he was searching for a different station, he didn't notice the same black pick-up closing the distance behind him. All of the sudden a black blur passed by him, pushing him off of the road.
Mike gripped the steering wheel with both hands and quickly got control of the vehicle. Had he not reacted quickly, he would have crashed into the side of the mountain.
He sat in stunned silence for several second, trying to catch his breath.
"What the...?" he gasped, and looked around. "It couldn't have been that old truck."
A scowl and a few curse words later, Mike was back on the road.
He drove for several miles, wishing he could get another look at that truck, the driver and the license plate.
Had Mike known that a wish would be granted to him at that very moment, he would have forgotten about that driver and wished for a million dollars instead. Unfortunatly it was too late to take a wish back.
When Mike went around another curve, he saw the same black pick-up facing south in the north bound lane.
"Oh, so you were waiting on me, huh?" Mike smirked. "Good, cause I wanted to have a little heart-to-heart with you too."
Suddenly the engines on the black pick-up roared to life, and Mike was sure the driver was going to turn the vehicle arund and take-off again.
"Oh, no! You're not getting away from me this time!" Mike yelled.
Only to his horror, Mike realized the truck driver wasn't trying to get away from him, but instead was headed toward him.
Road Rage by Ennie (PG13)
Mike's Mountain Drive by Lisa (G)
The Wish by Theresa (PG)